Sunday, 15 December 2013


In a world made by strangers
She lives in one that's hers
Though at night tears may fall
She'd rather die, than let it show.

Everyday is a new day
The dawn of a new life
Nothing from the yesterday
Will keep her from today.

She'll take tomorrow
What it brings, when it comes
The pain she's been through
Gives her strength, to face it all.

In her is a goddess
Made from solid steel
Sculpted by hands,that are her own
She is her sculptor, but denies it.

When everything's dark and bleak
She needs a little spark
To ignite the blazing fire
That further strengthen her passionate soul.

She speaks what she feels
She feels what she is
She is what she says
She, is a true rebel.

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